Shoot it if it rhymes

Then and Now

Some day, I'll collect your tears
in a thimble
and wash away the salt,
drop by crystal drop.

Some day, I'll stop a raindrop
in flight
and steal its sparkle
to light up your eyes.

Some day, I'll make a little windmill
that turns
with your sighs
and breathes out rainbows.

But meanwhile,
Pass the tomato sauce, please.